Chapter 156 - 48

Chapter 48: Spirit Control Training!Fu Shiyan's tone was calm as he took out a brush and a piece of white paper."Step two, use your Blue Silver Grass to wrap around the brush handle. Imagine the Blue Silver Grass is your finger, and control it to write on the paper.""When the handwriting, brushwork, and force are no different from what you write by hand, you will be considered to have entered the threshold of this stage."Tang San respectfully took the brush and immediately tried to control it with Blue Silver Grass.However, the brush handle was difficult to stabilize under the entanglement of the vines. The strokes were crooked and the ink was messy, worlds apart from his usual neat and elegant handwriting.After several consecutive attempts, the results were all unsatisfactory.He stopped his movements, frowned slightly, and looked at Fu Shiyan with a hint of confusion in his voice:"Master, please forgive my bluntness.""Writing by entangling with Blue Silver Grass involves fine and complex movements. In actual combat, it seems... to be of no great use?""This disciple is dull-witted and does not know the deeper intent behind this training?"He wasn't questioning his master, but was simply accustomed to exploring the practical intent behind every training exercise.Hearing this, Fu Shiyan did not get angry but smiled slightly: "Think it's impractical? Then watch closely."Having said that, he didn't even stand up, merely shifting his thoughts slightly.In an instant, a slender Blue Silver Tree branch burst out from the ground beside him.Then, the branch gracefully curled up another spare brush nearby and dipped it fully into the ink.In the next moment, that Blue Silver branch moved with a unique rhythm and pace, writing like a dancing dragon and a startled swan on the white paper.In the blink of an eye, a short poem with exquisite brushwork was written!Tang San watched, dumbfounded.He had never imagined that a Spirit could be used for such exquisite writing, and that the control could reach such a startlingly meticulous level!Fu Shiyan dispersed the branch, looked at Tang San, and said seriously:"I ask you, if your control over your Spirit can reach such a level of being an extension of your arm, where every detail is revealed, then in actual combat, what level will your Blue Silver Grass reach?"He casually pointed to another wooden stake not far away:"For example, the most basic Binding and bind.""If this kind of Spirit Ability relies solely on the skill itself, its activation will only follow a fixed, rigid pattern.""But if your control is microscopic, you can perform it without a specific spirit ring. Moreover, unlike Spirit Abilitys attached by spirit rings, these offensive methods controlled by the Spirit will become increasingly powerful as the quality of the Spirit improves.""Furthermore, when your control ability advances further, you can make the Blue Silver Grass weave into an airtight net shield when defending, turn into a forest of pervasive sharp needles when attacking, and become flexible tentacles for climbing when moving...""Its changes lie within the mind.""Spirit Abilitys bestowed by spirit rings are shortcuts, but they also solidify your thinking and the possibilities of your Spirit."Fu Shiyan summarized, "Fine-grained control is the key to excavating the potential of the Spirit itself.""You think writing is impractical now because you haven't even achieved the most basic'stable control'.""When you can truly control it at a microscopic level, you will find that you can achieve the effects of many low-level Spirit Abilitys at will in more flexible and powerful ways. Why waste a precious spirit ring slot to engrave a rigid pattern?"Tang San felt enlightened, and his admiration for his master deepened:"This disciple understands! It was my own short-sightedness.""If the foundation is not solid, even with high-level Spirit Abilitys, it is like a tree without roots, making it difficult to exert its true power."Immediately, he calmed his mind again and threw himself into the tedious writing training.Time passed day by day.Tang San didn't immediately achieve a leap in writing, but he soon noticed another significant change—his basic control over the Blue Silver Grass was improving at an alarming rate.When he completed the first task before, he was already able to stably Binding rocks.On the third day of attempting to write, during a break, he casually practiced entangling a small tree nearby, only to find that the Binding he used casually...Its overall effect and power were actually faintly no less than the 'Binding' Spirit Ability he had seen in the first simulation, which required a hundred-year spirit ring to activate!And he had achieved a similar effect, and even had more potential in some aspects, merely through these few days of basic training in fine-grained control of his Spirit, without relying on any Spirit Abilitys!On the other side, during this time spent with Tang San, Fu Shiyan's feelings toward him were indeed slowly changing.Initially, he only saw Tang San as a tool to obtain Faith Power and didn't have much of an impression of this 'God-King Tang' from the original work.But Tang San's performance after becoming his disciple caused a stir even in his soul, which had drifted on the Douluo Continent for ten years and seen the coldness of the world.This kid was too sensible, and also too deprived of love.Every morning, the stone table in his courtyard would always have plain porridge and small side dishes at just the right temperature laid out on time.Before going to sleep at night, Tang San would always come to pay his respects and meticulously report his cultivation insights and confusion for the day, his attitude respectful to the point of being pious.The admiration and reliance in those eyes made it seem as if he truly regarded him as both a master and a father.Fu Shiyan knew that Tang San was an orphan in the Tang Sect in his previous life. In this life, his mother died early, and his father Tang Hao was drowned in pain and neglected him.In the original work, Yu Xiaogang's appearance filled this emotional void to some extent—even though Yu Xiaogang had impure motives and incorrect theories, he at least gave Tang San attention and guidance.(Even if it was pointing in the wrong direction.)And now, this role had accidentally fallen onto his own head.Looking at Tang San's focused and even somewhat desperate seriousness during training, Fu Shiyan occasionally thought that perhaps, besides utilization, he could truly fulfill some of his responsibilities as a master?After all, this kid's talent and temperament were indeed worth nurturing.———————————Five days passed quickly.Tang San had already caught a glimpse of the doorway to Spirit writing control. Although he was still far from being nearly identical, his progress was significant.He could also clearly feel that his control over his Spirit was becoming more and more proficient. Many movements that previously required deliberate effort could now be completed almost with a single thought.This evening, while Fu Shiyan was planning the details of contacting Oscar in the courtyard, a faint blue light quietly landed in the yard, transforming into the plant incarnation from the 'Blue Silver Seed' he had previously given to Fu Ze.At the same time, a black stream of light fell from the sky, revealing Fu Ze's steady figure."Young Master, your subordinate has returned." Fu Ze bowed on one knee.Fu Shiyan nodded. Instead of listening to Fu Ze's report first, he directly reached out to touch the plant incarnation.The incarnation turned into spots of light and merged into his body, and a clear memory scene quickly unfolded in his mind.[Memory Scene: Sunset Forest, outside the Poison Formation]Following instructions, Fu Ze searched in the Sunset Forest for two days. Relying on his keen perception of energy fluctuations, he finally discovered a vast Jade Phosphor Serpent Poison Formation at the edge of an area shrouded in mist with strangely colored vegetation.The poison mist permeated the air, and ordinary Spirit Masters didn't dare to approach.Fu Ze did not force his way in. He released the surging spirit power belonging to a Rank 95 Titled Douluo, and the spirit power pierced directly into the poison mist.After a moment, the poison mist churned violently. An old man with dark green hair, a slender build, green eyes, and a gloomy face appeared at the edge of the poison formation like a ghost. It was precisely the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.His gaze toward Fu Ze was full of vigilance and ill-will. The phantom of the Jade Phosphor Serpent loomed around him, and the poison mist became restless."Who dares to trespass into my land?!" Dugu Bo's voice was hoarse and sharp.